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Ryan Cripps Jan 2016
I refuse to surrender,
To give you everything wouldn't be enough,
And I vow to fight for you until the day I die
Because your love is what makes me tough.

Your love keeps me going,
You're everything I wished for
from your flawless lips, to your caring core,
You're my dream girl, and I couldn't ask for more.
I don't want her, I want you, and only you,
and I'll prove it when I say the words "I do".

I love you.
Was originally a short poem that turned into a decent size poem.
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Ryan Cripps Jul 2014
Your eyes tell lies.
Especially when you cry.
You're innocence is a disguise,
And your heart is made of ice.

You're not very nice.
You're dirtier than mice.
And filthier than lice.
And deadlier than knives.

But,

You gotta be my wife,
You've become my whole **** life.

When I'm with you I feel more than alive.
Though, I feel all your love is a lie.

But,

Deep down inside.
I know you really try.
Because you despise
What you've become in other peoples eyes.

And

When you come to your senses
I'll be right where I've always been.
Holding your hand.
Because no matter what,
I love you

And

I'm with you til the end.
(It didn't go exactly how I planned, but I decided the next word I see I'd make an entire poem out of it only using words that rhyme or near rhyme with it. Eyes was that word. Though I ended up not rhyming the last few lines)
Ryan Cripps Aug 2014
A kiss from your lips
Can make bitter taste sweet.
The feeling of your touch
Can bring feeling back to lost feet.

Dark days are irrelevant
In this apocalyptic place.
I feel nothing but happiness,
When I see your beautiful face.

But those sunny days
Don't seem to last.
Nothing but storms
Seem to be my forecast.

Because I see you with him,
And it produces pain.
I'm outside with no umbrella
And it's starting to rain.
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